| "Actually," you say.
"It could be a man. A man crawls on all fours in the morning -- metaphorically
speaking, that is, where 'morning' is meant as the early part of a man's
life, when he is but an infant and he crawls on his hands and knees.
Then afternoon would be taken as the middle of his life, when a man walks
on two legs. Evening would be when the man is old and requires a
cane, and again, we must resort to metaphors to understand that the cane
is to be regarded as a third leg -- you are getting this, aren't you?"
"I understood you up until the word 'metaphorically,'" he replies. "But speaking of men, I like men. Especially with barbeque sauce." He polishes his monocule and squints at you closely. "You wouldn't happen to have any barbeque sauce on you, would you?" "Gosh," you say, spreading your
palms, "wouldn't you know? I'm fresh out!"
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